Darius angled himself.
Replacing his fingers with his mouth and tongue, he didn't even give Xion time to adjust as he plunged right into the heart of his mouth.
And he sure took his time exploring every inch with new fervor.
Almost as if it were the first time all over again.
But this wasn't the hesitant curiosity of their first kiss. This was possession, teeth grazing, tongues tangling until Xion thought he'd drown in it.
Perhaps to the Archduke who had been so devastated by Xion's declining health, this was his way of reclaiming him.
Xion was gasping, his moan vibrating against Darius' tongue, and gods, it tasted like heaven.
The healer had started to fumble around, trying to hold onto the arms wrapped around him for support. Because every time Darius moved, Xion found himself growing weaker.
When they broke apart, Xion could only lie there, completely putty.
